Get Back to Dreaming

don’t have a grand proclamation to make.

poets
barely keep their heads, rarely
reap the benefits.
make a
simple pill bequest,
cure too often to ingest&
surely you could use the rest.
individual folded heart,
follow the creases&
might make it whole again,
make it home again.
a full of shit
paper scratcher.
a clue or a brain
funk and not writing junk,
make money this way & do
something other than
cog-i-size

get back to dreaming.

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